4.Synchronicity of mind
I watch this guy, with some curiosity, He looks at me, my figure, and I wonder if does can He perceives a musky smell between vanilla and oranges that comes to him along with the wind? I putted on me enough perfume before leave the car. One of the wild boy's friends talks with his girlfriend about deep and philosophical topics, and I can listen them, pretending to be distracted appreciating the lagoon.
“Surprise, surprise little sexy” Whisper Giannis next to my ear “Omg your ass looks wonderful in those jeans, I am jealous.”
“Stop, I know what you were doing” I said.
“You spent too much time in the bathroom, and in the middle of a Jeremy´s call. I can imagine.” I laugh.
Giannis laugh lourder.
“Take a picture of me, I want to remember that I'm traveling through the mountains.” — Giannis tells me
I take Giannis's camera and set it on the tripod as I walk away from the lagoon away from that mysterious and wild boy and his friends. I look through the camera as Giannis stands on a large rock and poses for the camera. Giannis gazes into infinity as I continue taking pictures of him.
“The one in the red jacket is not bad. Did you see him? “ Giannis questions me
The boy in the red jacket walks towards the Ford Explorer van, at that moment a new song begins to play, Wish you were here by Pynk Floid.
“Yes, I saw him”
“I think he was talking about you in the bathroom” Giannis whispers
“What? About me? Are you sure?”
“Yes, he was describing your beauty, the only thing it was so weird, or I think I didn´t understand, He says your hair was pink
“My hair is not pink, then I must suppose He was talking about other person.”
“It was you, he described all your beauty, your color eyes, even He talked about your smell and voice”
“That´s not possible, that is ridiculous. And my hair is not pink”
“Maybe He is colorblind”
“Um, maybe”
“But he thought about you as a beautiful fairy, and believe me there is no one in this world and today, rightnow in this mountain that could be more like a real fairy than you”.
I listen in silent I keep thinking about Giannis comment, I was thinking about fairies and the legends my grandma use to tell me only minutes ago.
“Synchronicity” I say for myself.
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I love that song! —Giannis says
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You Wouldn´t know what it means. It´s my favorite song – I said to him.
— You have that song, baby K on your cell phone, it's the Pynk Floid song, after Madness it's the one you like to listening the most.
— I know — I whisper, looking down at the camera — It's a good song, many people like it — I said.
Then the guy in the red jacket walks behind me, and the wind blows my hair, which falls in waves behind my back, he stops for a second looking in the direction where I meet Giannis but I can't see him, I only feel his eyes on my shoulders, because I continue on my back. Then he directs his gaze towards the lagoon where his friends are and joins them.
— He has been looking at you. Did you see him? Giannis tells me.
— No. My look is very striking, I prefer not to look into the eyes when I want to go unnoticed.
- The friend is also very good. Will they be boyfriends?
-I don't know. I'm unpresentable, they would never look at me - I say laughing.
- But what are you saying! You are beautiful, natural wild... without makeup, disheveled! — Giannis exclaims and comes down from the rock, takes the camera to observe the photographs.
I smile and look at Giannis's face. Giannis' eyelids are tinted a deep dark black, and his dark green eyes now look very striking framed with white eyeliner. I then look at my friend and whisper softly to him, and he ignores his attempt to pay me a compliment.
— Your makeup has been so beautiful. I like to evoke your darkness.
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You want a beer?
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A few.
The wild-looking boy takes a beer, his hands around the beer and towards his mouth. He wears his nails painted black. He watches in the distance to me, while I drink beside Giannis, is impossible what Giannis said, my hair is not pink and He didn´t notice me. Probably he will reminds a blonde girl, looking dismiss, walking away towards a rented car with Giannis. Giannis and I, we walk with our arms intertwined.
— Next stop, an orgasm for Giannis and an orgasm for Kallisto— Giannis says, sitting in front of the wheel
— Oh God… I have never had an orgasm
—My beauty, in Irland you will find many. You'll know what it feels like.
— What I want to find is a job. Dad got into enough trouble with my mom to rent me the apartment.
Into the car I turn my face back. A kennel remains in the back seat, a blond cat sleeps inside.
"Baby, we have to get there soon...Charlie will want to go to the bathroom."
The Pynk Floyd song is heard. Now it's ringing from my cell phone in Giannis's car. So we left the lagoon facilities, I look in the direction of the group of young people, now they are drinking beer and talking animatedly in front of the lagoon. The boy in the red jacket caresses a girl and holds her against his lap. She wears a pink blouse, she is a pretty and elegant girl. She inspires a woman's air that lets others know that she has given herself to him many times. I look at them and shrug. Probably She is the girl, he was talking about it, and Giannis gotted confused.
Giannis starts the car and they head out onto the highway. I look for my reflection in the mirror. My face is fully illuminated by the sun's rays. My platinum hair shines to shades of white. I lean against the door window as the car speeds by. The trees and the shapes of the sky hidden behind the branches of the trees pass by at great speed. Yellow puffins decorate the mountains that surround the driveway.
I rest listening to the music, what I don't know for that moment, is that this would only be the first time I would see him. And that he, like me; after seeing us that morning, many times he would like to see her again, with her long pink hair, and her musky perfume scented with vanilla, myrrh and oranges, that reminds him to Red Lights Kingdom and his mother´s fairies family.